III.

I have so many memories of Neverland before the Sorcerer’s visit. But every day they fade a little more, as though he is slowly sipping down a cup of everything that makes us who we are. I must write it all down. We may be the last civilization of the island, but what if we aren’t? The future generations deserve history. God, the idea of us one day being deceased. I don’t think I’ll ever get used to it. I’m still grieving the loss of my elder sea sisters and sea mothers. The way their hair turned silver and their skin fell away from their bodies in deep creases. Our enchanted underwater world was no longer permanent. I grew up surrounded by an entire society of tailed women, living and creating and thriving together. All of us royals, ruling together in peace. Swimming in...

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